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Clashing of the Royals (Lady Bloody Ava & Cylian997)

It took a deep breath to quell Gabriella's nerves. Instinctively a jewel adorned hand caressed her belly that housed the future of Rothenburg. Meeting the man that 'fathered' her husband only justified why her husband behaved the way he did. A mother that would most likely nurture him, died to bring him into this world leaving him only with a heartless father. Then again, what was Ranulf like before that bittersweet day? Did he love his wife as James loved Gabby? Did James fear becoming like his father, who seemed to lack affection for his own flesh and blood? Did James fear that fate would repeat itself with Gabriella and their unborn child? These were things that the Dwinmer born woman could only ponder.

Evergreen eyes looked out of the opened arched window that spilled blinding white sunlight onto the rug covered rich wooden floors of her study. "Your father will love you unconditionally, and should he not... there are people who may come close to matching mommy's love for you. But I have faith that your father will love you " Her King Father's words repeated in the recesses of her mind. A single chuckle and the word "broken" left soft lips. Maybe they were broken. Gabriella had heard rumors of what had happened between James and the form Lady of Hammerhold. Rumors had some merit to them and even the slightest was a nightmare to think of. There was no excuse for his behavior. Various rumors of her nightmarish husband reached her ears long before the day of their wedding.

Even now, pregnant and aching for his return, she could scarcely see how she fell in love with James. Yet, the blush that danced upon her fair-skinned cheeks shouted to the world what she felt for the man. "I have faith that your father will defend you, care for you, and help you mature into who you were born to be - not a small version of either of us, but your own self. With or without me." As she spoke tears welled up in her eyes, but that smile did not waver. A knock on the door sounded and it brought her back to reality. Lydia arrived with a servant carrying a tray of foods in tow. Unlike the queen, the golden-haired Lady de la Rosa had no problems eating through their pregnancy. "Ah, perfect. Sit, eat, and let us talk. Julian's absence has me antsy and I need a distraction."

Donovan walked into the heated bath that was circled with ornate columns, each linked to the next by a perfect archway and the curved ceiling was inlaid with gold in the center and arms of gold linking to each column. It was a shining image of the sun with a soothing blue backdrop. That voice was a melody and leaning his head back sounded like a bad idea, only because he could easily be lulled to sleep with his current surroundings. That artery in his neck throbbed as she brought the razor to his skin. Deception had some beautiful faces, and he had learned that the hard way.

Those green eyes of his looked up at his angelic caretaker and the ceiling paled horribly in comparison to the sight beheld. The man felt utterly helpless against this woman. Eyes succumbed to the comforting sounds drifting through the room. Her hum was happiness; there's something carefree about the notes as they fall into the humid about them. A full minute passes before he realizes why the casual music entranced him so. It is the melody that the mysterious Queen of Dwinmer used to hum all those years ago to put Gabriella to sleep before the warm hearth of their home.

Without a warning and a swift hand, he halted the soft hand that held the razor. Eyes remained laden when that grizzly voice intervened as he felt that soothing effect still lingering in the air. "You are a beautiful slice of home in these foreign lands." Lips kissed the blade-wielding hand before letting her continue with a noticeable deep breath of comfort. "You could easily slit my throat, but I tell myself that a wise woman who risked her life to save mine would not do such a thing. A woman who possesses such a beautiful mind behind such breathless beauty leaves me both frightened and in awe." There in the bath, he laid as evidence of his words.
 
As the queen regnant and her trusted friend spoke of the days event no doubt, there was something that was sorely lacking in the food. Maybe her budding child didn't like the food in question, but, it made Gabby's stomach a little sour. Still, she needed to eat even if as the thoughts of those who died still lingered in their minds, both of them had great stakes in the war with Hammerhold. At least it was nice to have the Master of Assassin's near by, she managed to sneak in through a window as the malleable woman took a seat towards the corner. She looked out towards the sky as her various little birds all few to her and it almost seemed as if she could talk to them and they understood each other.

Megan however was caught off guard by the sudden forceful forwardness of the King of Dwimmer, she had no idea of what he spoke of. She had always found herself to be rather mundane and plain in comparison to the bright and vibrant personalities of the others. James was a cunning man who could have always given her a challenge in games, Julian's bravado and honor was unmatched, Leopold was a wealth of knowledge and she was nothing but some girl who followed an old man on an adventure. Megan took his hand into her dainty fingers and lowered it as she once again readjusted the king in order to finish.

"I am no such thing Donovan King of Dwimmer, merely a girl who followed an old man on a quest because it seemed fun. I could never do anything to harm anyone really, I am about as gentle as a breeze and just as dangerous." Megan gave a sugar sweet giggle as those educated hands continued to move along Donovan's rugged jaw line. The woman returned back to her song as the gaze she offered him while they remained in the delightedly quiet solitude of the bath was a look similar of a lover who truly cared for her mate. The brightness of her eyes seemed to sparkle against the backdrop of this decidedly intimate scene.

"So tell me Sir Donovan, do you care to share with me an adventure you have taken? No doubt a man like yourself could make nearly any woman swoon with merely a glance." The icy beauty continued to look down at him as she took a moment to wash away the cream and reveal a new style for his beard; a sharply cut goatee. It was almost as if she was impervious to him, no matter how hard he seemed to try; it all fell on sublimely innocent ears. Her smile was either purely innocent or sinfully sinister.

Yet Megan had no idea of either in her unmatched naivete and purity.

Still...

"Fire you fools! We have the high ground! He is just one man!" Though this knight commander did his best to remain as stalwart and stoic as possible, it was impossible when in the face of a man like Julian De La Rosa. Undefeated. Undaunted. Unrelenting. It seemed no injury, no matter how grave, was able to slow him down. The battlefield rained from the blood of hundreds of men as every swing from the knight commander's blade sprayed a macabre rain of death and despair. Invigorated by the wanton demand of his heart to return to his lovely wife and home fueled him far better than any drug that could have been concocted.

His bright armor was now covered in a crimson coat of life as the wild and monstrous blood-lust had claimed his mind. The man had fought for the last six hours since the early down and he had no time to relent. That was until a balista arrow was launched at his direction. The massive arrow flew towards Julian as the Knight Commander of Hammerhold looked down in maniacal glee. "Die you giant slave b...astard?" Julian refused to run from this arrow.

For the broken friend he had spent his life with, the promise of his king; he refused to retreat. The man gripped his blade, a massive bastard sword named "Verdugo Negro". The blade was unique in one major aspect; its lightness. A sword which could have weighed fifty plus pounds only weighed a mere five and with the speed that the man swung his blade at made it impossible to block. His near limitless stamina allowed Julian to fight without reservation as he gripped his sword with both of his hands. In one split second it happened...

"Well Sybil, I hope you are ready. It seems the attack finally started. Its time for us to go. Is the Bloody Princess ready?" James teased her as Sybil took a deep breath and looked at James.

"As long as the Pin Point Prince is ready to march into hell with me." Sybil was certainly accomplished in her martial prowess, she was after all the only woman and one of the few who managed to best Julian in combat and that was thanks to her approach. Her intelligence, her agility her swiftness and all of that was poured into James. Though he was certainly no athlete like Julian, his mind was one of the sharpest in the world most likely. The pair stepped out from their hidden little hole as they dashed forward to the monsters that laid before them. Side to side, the Bloody Princess and the Pin Point Prince dashed forward and with unmatched precision what followed was death.

The pair easily analyzed what was before them and walked rather casually towards their enemies. Yet, before the enemies even knew what happened, they died. Both James and Sybil were masterclass fencers. It was his intelligence that led them forward as the wild thumping of the castle made it known that Raphael was around. James knew one thing in his heart.

He refused to allow Raphael to win. He was going to return to his Gabby, return to whatever child was there and crush Hammerhold into the ground demons or not. There was one true advantage to James' far-reaching callousness; he honestly didn't give a shit who he had to kill to leave in one piece.
 
A slightly louder than usual huff was breathed from Donovan's nostrils as he listened to the Megan thwart him with innocence. The man was void of quips and any form of casual or romantic diction. Essentially, he was speechless. The King of the Algid Alps inwardly groaned and it felt as though it reverberated throughout his entire being with not a peep to be heard outside of his body. This woman was going to be vexing and yet he was mad enough to still want to pursue her even with that in mind! Why?! That question rolled around in his lost mind. Even he could not entirely describe why this particular woman was so special from the numerous beautiful that easily threw themselves at his feet. The coolness of the open-air from his trimming brought him back to the here and now.

His mind had just come back in time to hear her question. The irony had a smile tugging at the corner of his dry lips while his eyes remained closed."Yes, many women, but I have a kingdom to run. Before my father's sudden decision to make me the King of Dwinmer, I enjoyed bringing the fight to those who threatened my home." The man hummed in thought as he tried to find a tale to tell of his adventures.

"I can tell you tale of someone that I revere. I do not know how much you know of the Beaumonte family, but my father has three brothers. I only know the whereabouts of two. When Gabriella was younger she was a quiet girl around others. When it was just us, she was a boisterous beauty. After the ball of the Winter Solstice, my mother stumbled upon my uncle peeking upon a bathing Gabriella. I was still socializing with the nobles as my father nagged me to." The night was replayed in his mind and the image painted in his mind by his mother's words made him smile.

"My Uncle was seduced into escorting my Uncle down to the dungeons. There she had him hung by his balls and stabbed in non-lethal areas. I've never seen him since the ball. My mother gifted Gabriella the ornate knife that she, the Queen of Dwinmer, used to protect her family. Gabby still has no idea of this. Though many think it is a made-up story, I know. Sorry, it is one of my favorite things to retell."
 
"Oh? The Manless Noose? I have not heard that method of torture used in nearly two hundred years. I am surprised it was brought out so callously. But I do understand however. The effort to keep your sister, the crown princess, of Dwimmer safe was most important. That is a surprising story at least. I was hoping for something else however..." The disappointment on the voice of the young woman was as thick as honey as she offered Donovan a hefty sigh. Still, Megan continued her duty without so much as a complaint as she adjusted Donovan's position for a moment. There was a sudden rustling towards the back as her languid steps soon approached him.

"I had hoped for something a little more interesting, like a monster or something else of that effect. I grew up in a small village and those were the kinds of stories that made me so curious. My island was actually plagued with several monsters before. We were always told as children that we were never supposed to go in the caves. Apparently, the beasts that lived in the caves ate children and dragged women down into the depths to make more of themselves. They used the children as food. Leopold who was still quite spry at that point in time actually came down and, some how, managed to kill the monsters. Apparently they were known as sahagin. It was quite miraculous that he managed to clean out an entire save of them by himself... there were about fifty of them."

Megan's hands grabbed a nearby towel as she began to run her hands across his form to clean him. There was no sexual promiscuity from Megan as she handled him like a patient and did her best to ensure he was properly clean. What was more astounding was the fact that Leopold did such a feat. Sahagin were monstrous fish men who were intelligent enough to use weaponry and tactics to secure their prey. A more intelligent sahagin was able to steal the voice of another person and use them as bait. Just how stellar of a warrior was Leopold? But near Hammerhold, a titan rose to sever a ballista in half.

As the arrow ripped through the air, Julian measured the bolt that rushed towards him. Every single muscle, every cell, every nerve was coiled and ready to strike. Julian dashed in and with his mighty blade he sliced through the arrow as the hold of Hammerhold fell silent. It was that dangerously perfect moment that solidified that Julian might truly have the blood of giants in his veins. As he charged forward, the aura of unending malice and violence seeped out of him like a foul stench. He was going towards the castle and the more cowardly members of the guard had run away from him.

And while fear gripped the guards, both Sybil and James has no time for such frivolous thoughts as fear, terror, exhaustion, or weakness. The pair were back to back as the unspeakable horrors of Hammerhold attempted to crush their egos and bodies. These beasts were thought to have been sealed away centuries ago, back when the very first alliance was made. Yet, they were alive and exposed to the world. The horrified screams of the people filled their ears. Sybil looked along as her silky smooth steps plowed through the beasts; she was the most dangerous seamstress as her blade stabbed through the masses of meat. James however was something different entirely.

A man who already cared little for the safety of others was a foul and vicious opponent. There was no remorse, no second guessing, no hesitation as the crown prince pierced through the abundant lives of the malevolent monstrosities of the inner sanctum of Hammerhold. He intended to kill Raphael where he stood for what he had done and that was a solemn promise.
 
Lydia spent far more time with her Queen than before the monsters attacked. The woman had been having the most vivid dreams and would tell Gabriella all about them. The golden-haired wife of the powerful Julian de la Rosa could seldom be seen not eating. The funny part? No one had any idea where she was putting it. That child was destined to be a big one and draining the stamina out of their petite mother, who only refreshed herself with food. The Queen Regent, on the other hand, had to be reminded to eat. There was a point where a nap was almost unavoidable. All too often Lydia or another servant would walk in to find their Queen slumbering in random places; the library, upon her seat of power, at the vanity in her bedroom. The effort to work as normal was adorable, but the only hint that their Queen acknowledged her pregnancy was when it appeared that she was talking to herself.

Many would think her quite daft until they realized that she was talking to the baby. This day was no different with the exception that both women took the time to relax together and reminisce about what they missed about their husbands. Gabby even admitted to how she was not too fond of eating because James had spoiled her with his high-quality cooking. Even Lydia admitted defeat against her King's talents. It would always be sweet to see Julian admire her cooking, regardless.

The King of Dwinmer listened to Megan speak. His own father had spoken of Leopold before, with great admiration himself. It came as no surprise that such a wise man would gather information first hand and at the source. It had to have made for some amazing adventures. Ironically enough he had also heard of the creatures that he had come across. Donovan stumbled across some harrowing creatures in his adventures. Dullahans, hippocampus', nymphs, he'd run across them all and he would be happy to share the tale, but this woman's ministrations were muddling his mind. His body was literal putty in her hand. He very body was set to even betray him.

Though weak, his blood all seemed to rush to one particular spot without him noticing the rise in his impressive member beneath the surface of the water. Ever so slowly his tool inflated proudly despite the rest of his body. Head was lax as his freshly shaved face was cleaned off. The heat of the water permeating his weakened limbs. Was this sweet angelic angel going to wash her patient with great detail?
 
"Oh, it is quite nice to see you both here. Are you both well?" Ali had taken a moment to sit with the pair of women as she quickly became jealous of what they were experiencing. The pains, the emotional highs, the weakness; all for the glory of the next generation. Despite how cool and stoic she was, she was unable to hide just how she felt. The proud woman had no choice but to turn around and hide her face. She had never been so weak nor pathetic before... but this always happened with her as she saw, smelled and felt the maternal energies that flowed through these women.

"I needed a moment away from Sven, the old bastard was beginning to annoy me." She easily admitted as her eyes slowly slipped down to see the bulging bellies with life. The proud woman took a moment to look off into the distance as her mind wandered into idle thoughts, how she cursed her useless body. Of course, she was the dragon empress, the blood that flowed through her veins made her the strongest, yet... it was not enough. She felt lonely as rubbed her stomach rather hopelessly. "You sure seem to have quite the appetite Lydia, I am sure your child is going to be quite the warrior."

Ali felt out of place as she looked towards the golden haired young woman. Still, Donovan had his own issue; Megan. Of course she saw what peeked out, it was certainly one of the larger ones but she didn't see Donovan as a potential mate but rather a patient. That sort of reaction happened quite often as she took a moment to continue carefully cleaning off her patient. There was no difference in her tone or in how she handled him. It was done so matter-of-factly something must have not clicked in her head, right? How could she not want him? It was no doubt maddening as she chuckled sweetly.

"There is no need to worry, that is a normal response and you are a man. It happens." That rolled off her tongue so casually as the woman helped Donovan turn around as her hands ran across his broad, steely back and resumed her duties as the healer to the royals. He managed to get a better chance to smell her unique scent; he could tell she was a woman who at least worried about her own appearance as the sultry scent of roses tickled his nose. Most likely to hide the smell of all the other hazardous items she worked with. But of all the smells, rose?

This had to be some kind of joke, right?
 
Both women smiled as another joined their company. Gabby had a feeling of what would be on Ali's mind: a baby. Lydia was not really aware of the details, but it did not make her any less sweet towards the woman who aided their new home in a sudden war. "I expect this wee one to be about the size of Julian, at this rate." The blonde bottomless pit laughed lightly while offering a handful of grapes to the female warrior. "They say the longer you spend time in the company of those pregnant the more likely you are to be pregnant yourself so... I hope you are ready for a wee one of your own Dragon Empress." That smile was priceless and the innocence undeniable since Lydia was ignorant of Ali's situation regarding bearing a child.

Gabriella could do nothing but smile. "Lydia will have a hearty child, for sure. I'd wager a boy." Lydia merely shrugged. "Regardless these children, including Ali's will be quite spoiled with love." As endearing as the topic was, it may not have been for Ali. "I'm glad you joined us Ali." Gabby had grown very fond of her powerful friend. "I can understand wanting to get away from Sven," Gabby laughed and smiled. I just need James to get back to motivate my taste buds." It was the honest truth.

Donovan groaned in frustration. This woman was about to bring the beast out of him. The man tried to hold himself back, but that sultry scent that tickled his sense did him in. Those heated eyes looked at the innocent women tending to his body. She could either go to his sister and request that another person take care of him or he could make this awkward for the two of them. A hand cradled the back of her head and pulled the young one in for a swift kiss. It would be no issue to struggle and break free from his weakened grip. The softness of lips against his hard ones was a shock to his system.

The kiss did not linger too long and he gave her free reign to continue her work as he went back to casually lounging as his body was tended to. "No need to worry. That too is a normal response from a man. It happens and it may happen again." It was a bit of a relief to have done that. Hell, throwing her words back at her made him want to laugh a little.
 
Ali chuckled towards Lydia as she mentioned the general potential size of that precious bundle. "That might be true unless she ends up being a stellar young woman with the power to change the minds of men with both her beauty and brawn. And if that brings true Lydia than prepare to not lose me any time soon." While the gesture was nice and most likely heartfelt, deep down within her roaring soul, Ali knew that children was an impossible dream for her and her broken down body. "But how about that, you two are polar opposites, one who cannot help herself and the other who pines for her husband. Is there something I am missing here?" Ali had no idea of the culinary prowess of James.

"I mean, I have never seen a royal male who was good at nothing else but eating and fucking. More often than not they also overestimate themselves and only last a mere two minutes with their weak hips pushing aimlessly." Maybe it might have been a bold overestimation on her part, but many men have tried and failed. But maybe this marriage made men a little different, or maybe she was a little too much woman? Regardless it was a lovely break to chat with two women she considered friends.

"Oh..." Megan's face was washed over by rosy petals as Donovan had kissed her so suddenly. She had placed her lips on other people before in order to provide assistance with breathing. But never like this; the girl was so furiously red that her hair seemed even more white by comparison. The master of records turned her head away from Donovan as she was utterly trapped in a new world of emotional stimuli. Those icy blue eyes turned away as she seemed to want to hide in place, defenseless against his erogenous attack.

"Y-you need to be careful..." She meekly whispered to him as her mind was tickled by the unfortunate truth that she could not stop him. Not because of their obvious difference in muscle strength but because he was a king and technically she was an unranked woman who was a faux noble at best. "You... you need to concentrate on your recovery."

She hated to admit that deep down, she liked it and she wanted more...
 
Gabby smiled and nodded her head in agreement at Ali's surprise about Jame's culinary talent. "It is both a blessing and a curse. James is cursed with a very picky and refined palette but blessed with a culinary skill to rival the best cooks to walk this earth. His creations are truly a treat. When he returns I must ask that he cook for you Ali. Words can not do his cooking justice. I was quite surprised myself." Lydia had to nod her head as well to her dear Queen's words.

"I must admit that I thought that Julian would leave me for James when I tasted his cooking," this had Gabby laughing. "You laugh but it is true! Julian loves his food and I love to cook and see him happy." Gabby consoled her friend with a hand to her knee.

"Believe me, friend, Julian loves you more than James' food, this I assure you." Clearly someone was a little extra emotional today, but it was adorable for the usually bubbly angel. "Also if it is a beautiful girl with the traits of her father she can learn from him or perhaps there is none better to learn from than a powerful Empress, no?" Hinting that the wee one housed in Lydia's womb would be a part of Ali's life should she be willing. Ali was family, whether she cared to admit it or not. Ali was loved by more than just her subjects.

Hearing Megan stutter made a smile tug at the corner of his lips. The perfectly innocent beautiful was shaken for but a moment and brought a silent sigh of relief to the man. Perhaps there was hope after all. "I am and will continue to, but I have to admit, you make this recovery all the better. Now... what next, Master of Records?" His member was still solid and the urge to kiss her hard and pull her into this bath with him was proving a force to be reckoned. "And for the record, I imagine that you taste as heavenly as you smell. Roses?" The King inquired. This was proving quite fun, but all fun things eventually came to an end so enjoyed this moment with the sugar-sweet Megan.
 
The wholesomeness of this entire conversation was almost a little too much for the rough and tumble empress. Of course, she was an empress first and warrior second but she had never been the kind of woman who took a back seat to the world itself. If anything, the world took a back seat to her and her style of life. Ali had never taken the lives of who she considered royal or common women to seriously. She always believed that such scenes were unbecoming of her and her status, yet, as she continued to spend time with these ladies she soon realized that she was not only wrong but also quite irked as her true solitude.

"Well, I intend to stay here a little while until James is returned and things are settled. I will make sure to take you up on that offer though, the food here has been lovely thus far and if some how he can do an even better job than I am in for a treat. So maybe it is your husband's fault you are not eating. It is too bad Hammerhold is too far or else I would go back and drag him here myself. But I sadly can't, I need to stay here for now." Ali actually wanted to go and fight against Hammerhold but she knew it would have been better for her to stay near by. Even if her blood sang for murder.

Megan took a moment to breathe in as she had never had any of her patients kiss her so suddenly, not to mention it being her first kiss. She remained a blushing picture of embarrassment as she set Donovan down and dumped a pail of water on top of his head. She then stepped out and brought him a towel as she knew she needed to gain her composure again. She needed to quell this wild little voice that screamed out in her head. "What is next is getting you dry as we begin your daily exercises. Then a meal, then another light bout of exercise then medicine. It is going to be rather long and grueling but I do not see how I could make a general difference in it..."

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Despite how far Sybil and James continued to run, there was no running from whatever the hell that was. As the remaining members of the entourage, they were scheduled to go through only specific areas of the Hammerhold capital. There was a good reason for that; the other halls were red. Not red with color, but red with the carcasses and viscera of murdered citizens to feed the monsters that were grown and raised here. Sybil had endured all of this for so long before James was saved by her. She hid and endured within the walls of true hell and palpable anguish. It was no wonder her nerves were shot. But there was no where to run anymore, no where to hide.

They had run as far as they could have as they were pinned down by Raphael, except, he was different. The bloated man with a face made of sin no longer looked human as his body and muscles swelled with infernal strength. He looked so powerful that his skin was barely able to contain his unnatural muscles. His eyes were black and gold with unforeseen malice within them. Was he even human anymore? His veins were visibly black as infernal vehemence oozed through his veins. Every action by Raphael was engineered to do one thing; murder James for the damage that was done to his daughter.

"I take it you will no let us go..." James' quip was cut short as Raphael reached down inside of a nearby, rancid and bloody sack as he pulled out balls. The odd thing about these balls is that they were made if human flesh, they pulsed as if they had a heart beat and to finalize the gruesome picture; the balls each had one unblinking, terror-bound eye that glared down to Sybil and James for the hopes of a release. Those living flesh balls got their release as Raphael threw them as hard as he could, while the pair did dodge, what happened next seemed impossible.

The ball, made of bone and flesh, was shot through the wall as they needed to be ready. The next one might not miss and if this was his plan they they had only one choice. They needed to charge in and kill him to truly be able to run...
 
When the pregnant queen heard that Ali would be staying a swift kiss was pressed and lingered on the cheek of her friend. The act, in all its spontaneous swiftness, could be seen as nothing beyond genuine happiness at the simple news. When the topic moved on to wishing to go to Hammerhold when all present people knew that it would be best for them to stay put made Gabby surprised to hear her thoughts voiced.

"I am eager to hop on my horse and ride to Hammerhold just to drag James back home and chain him to the posts of our bed to keep him from leaving." At first, the words were innocent, but she was quick to notice the lewd image that her words could have conjured. To make matters worse, she was no longer hungry for food, but for a certain length of meat that would give her the best sleep that achy pregnant women could ask for. With the frustrating thoughts running amok in her head, it was no surprise to her that she openly groaned. Lydia, by now, had stopped trying to get into her friend's head. Especially when her own mind was equally busy.

Donovan was snapped back to reality for a split second as the water was poured over his head. His slickened tendrils were whipped and hands glided over his face and scaps to clear some of the water. The hungry male listened to the voice of the woman. He did not care about the words but cared if she did stop speaking. As her hand reached out to offer up the towel, he went for her wrist rather than the towel and swiftly pulled her a hairsbreadth from his face. "Believe me when I say..." his lips caressed at her as he spoke, practically feeding her the words, "... any task, long or otherwise, would be far from grueling in your company, Megan." He wanted to look into those eyes. If he could sell a year of his life to read her mind, he would.

It was impossible to not kiss her again. In this situation, it would be criminal., but he waited. The King of Dwinmer wanted to give the enchanting maiden a chance to retreat with something so tempting dangling right before one another. Too long of hesitation and Donovan would take the first step and savor it so as to have no regrets.
 
"We will have to trust in that man's devilish luck in order for him to return safely at this point Gabby. You do realize that within your stomach, be it a boy or a girl, the next generation is within you. With the entire Rothburgian army gone it will be up to me to ensure your safety. While I wish to trust Sven he is far to busy shopping to even care about you. Which honestly annoys me, but a man with so many children is allowed to have so many distractions I suppose. At least he is not here." Ali took several grapes and chewed them rather pensively as she looked around the room rather bashfully. It was odd to see the normally proud and ample woman act rather timid.

"Do not worry, all of the secrets discussed here are safe with me. Such as the future queen's use of language and her willingness to be stuffed, the lady in waiting's pining for her husband as she has seemingly bought everything from the market place in preparation for his return." The assassin calmly spoke as she continued to toy with her pets.

"It seems as if Gabby might be thinking of something else, as am I. I find it awkward that such a man with a terrible disposition. How can he be a good father. While Lydia certainly has won the prize here, you are in a decidedly worse position. Why do you care so much?"

As the fields of pure white were tickled by the red roses of her cheeks, she tried to sneak away from him. She had a duty to the crown and to Gabby. She cannot allow herself to be taken by such flight of fancies. Her cerulean eyes were focused away from him as she did her best to keep away from him. It didn't occur to her that he would try to keep her pinned down. But he was a king of honor, right? Donovan would not do anything to harm her... but the poor young woman's trepidation was palpable. She tried to cover her self, she tried to hide as her chest only became more visible against the pressure of her arm.

"Please Sir Donovan, do not do anything that can harm you! You are weak still and any sort of strenuous activity will hurt your long term recovery." Megan was unable to think of anything truly concrete to stop his advance and worked to think of some level of fear. Though it was her, her tender voice that quivered in the solitude of the bath house and she was more luminous than any other candle like here. Megan continued to slowly squirm away from him as she tried to create distance between them...

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The incoherent, vile, guttural noises that spewed from Raphael's mouth were all of the information the pair needed to realize that he was gone, trapped in a never ending vortex of madness and hatred. The pair rolled out of the way from the balls that were thrown out like cannon balls thanks to the faux Herculean strength the former king of Hammerhold held. It was an exhausted Sybil who was unlucky enough to be caught by one of those balls as the horror of the battle truly sank in at that point.

Sybil lost her arm and most of her shoulder in one clean swoop. The pain was beyond burning, beyond blinding as squirts of her fresh blood escaped her shoulder. James couldn't believe such a warrior could have been caught. Julian was never able to lay a hand on her, James learned everything from this woman and before the unholy power here it meant nothing. She had endured for what was almost a week before she fell down to one knee and quickly tried to bind the wound. If she continued to bleed her life was forfeit. James was irrational now, the woman that cared for him and worked so hard to save him was injuried.

He charged in much like Julian would have as Raphael noticed the smaller man charge into him. It happened in several blinks of an eye; there was a sword now headed for James' neck.

"James! You fool! I am still alive!!" Sybil shouted as Raphael's blade stretched out and now he saw it from the corner of his eye.

It was over... the final thoughts James had at that point in time were of Gabby and the child he would never get to see, Maybe it was better for that child in the end...
 
He watched her with an attentive eye. That rosy blush, that sweet aroma wafting from her. He could only imagine how an angel tasted. It was enough temptation to have him to walk such a sinful line. Megan's words were not lost on him. The man could feel his mouth salivating at the idea of sampling her skin. With her hand still in his, he stood up from the bath. Water dripping from his naked body and trickling back into the cooling pool. His member was just as solid as before. With some surprising ease, given his weakened state, he would pin her against his solid body. That obnoxious hard on biting into her clothed body.

Without a word, she would find his warm breath bathing the snowy skin of her neck. The tender brush of his lips making themselves known. It is killing his worse than that damned poison to keep himself from going harder and making his urgent desires more apparent. As Donovan kisses this snow angel, a wave of pure pleasure runs through his entire body. The texture of his tongue glides across smooth soft skin. Light kisses pepper up the slender curve of her neck and leads him to her ear. A soft kiss is placed upon her ear before Donovan whispers, "I might need something light to eat before this first round of exercises. You might want to get it for me while I wrap things up here."

Megan was relinquished and the towel was now in his hands. Over to a stool is where he sat to dry himself off. It may not have been clear to her but he needed a moment to himself for two reasons. The first being that is he stayed with her any longer, her may not be able to pry himself off of her. The second was to relieve himself of this painful sensation. His balls felt as tight as an elastic band and refused to continue on with her like that. Images of her in compromising scenarios and idea of that pure face contorted in pleasure would make quick work of him. Hell, the evidence may well be there for here to see. His powerful seed shot across the bathhouse floor.

This was going to be one hell of a trying recovery, at this rate.
 
Megan was trapped in a vice of both unbridled passion and smothering salaciousness. She had never been kissed, ever and it brought all sorts of maddening thoughts to her mind. She felt his lips against her tender neck, his arms around her full waist, the pressure of his raw masculinity against her. She struggled to try and move away from him, to free her body from his presence yet he persisted. She bit her lip as a simple yet delightful little moan escaped from her as once she was finally let go, the girl ran away. She was unable to fully comprehend what had happened, it was so big! Megan took a moment to breathe in and attempt to quell her spirit but the only thing that reminded in her mind was his impressive piece.

It looked more like an imperial salute than a normal erection with how thick, hard and hot it both looked and felt against her. If there was an enemy army, they would bow down to the behemoth size of that man. There was no doubt in Megan's mind that if he so wished for it, he could have pierced through a mountain and turned a diamond to dust. Megan had an idea of how adult relations worked, at least in the mechanical sense of it. But how was a person supposed to endure that? She needed to keep herself grounded on the task at hand, yet her body still entirely to hot, her loins were moistening as she tried to walk away to the kitchen.

She had never felt so bothered before, everything was an alien sensation as she had realized how little she knew about the subject. It made her feel woefully ill-equipped as an adult. But now was not the time for such tainted thoughts, she needed to worry about the King of Dwimmer and his overall recovery. She got him some food from the kitchens as she eventually returned to not only find Donovan finished up, but a white trail across the floor. What kind of discharge was that? Megan set down the food and quickly walked over to it as she took the jelly like subtance and began to play with it.

The stringy liquid was spread across her fingers as Megan's inquisitive eyes focused on it. It stuck to her hands as she brought it to her nose and smelled it, she spread it with her fingers and looked over to Donovan. "Was there an injury I missed? Are you ok?"

Her purity put even the most holy of symbols to shame, they were foul in comparison to her.

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No!

James refused to die to this monster; he refused to die when his father left him for dead, he refused to die when Sybil broke him down, he refused to die when his father had choked him in his sleep. His mind quickly worked through various potential outcomes as only one came to mind. James did his best to deflect the blade in question as the sword came and sliced through his cheek cleanly through! But, James was able to avoid the loss of his head as he fell down and felt the red hot blood pool across his jaw. His bones and head were shaken from the force of this man now as the prince stood and realized he had no weapon.

At least not a physical weapon.

"Do you know what was the best part about murdering your bitch of a daughter? The fact that I got to eliminate one useless woman from the world. There are homely women who at least were a good night in bed, but your daughter? I would have had a better chance of an enjoyable time with hot coals around my cock. At least I would have felt something..." James' mouth dripped out pools of blood as every word was an extensive ordeal. But there was a point; Raphael had begun to lose his patience. "Now to mention her voice! Oh, heavens I have found out of tune pianos with a better sense of harmony. But by far, the worst part about her; was the fact that she threw herself at me! Think about it! She must have been so unloved by you, as her father, she was willing to throw herself at me, throw her worthless life and prove to be nothing more than an ant in front of a wild fire. Her only recourse was to be absorbed and killed. If anything, I did the world a favor."

As James continued his speech Raphael dashed forward and tried to spear James through a wall.
 
Megan's reaction brought a smirk to Donovan's bearded face. A calloused hand dragged down his face with a deep groan before looking down at what he had to work with. Inspiration left the room, but he thought of all the things he wanted to do with her. It was a relief when all was said and done. The evidence of it strewn across the floor. The proof of his weakness could be felt. His arm worked harder to achieve the results, but that thought was slashed as the snow angel presented herself once more. His weakened self watched as she noted the mess upon the ground. Donovan's looked switched to one of absolute confusion. Surely she was not so sheltered as to not know what had just transpired in her absence?

"It is the aftermath of negligence on your part. Did you think that this..." both hands gestured towards his flaccid member which hung impressively between spread legs and threatened to harden at the mere sight of her, "....would relieve itself? I thought you said that I should not overexert myself and here I had to take care of this all by myself." It was a tease but he did not want to sit through more surprises. The weakened king hoisted himself up and carefully walked himself past the inquiring woman and over to the food. "I had better get dressed before I end up capable of providing you another sample of..." with an apple in hand a gestured towards the trail strewn across the floor, " that."

Another bite of the apple was savored as his naked body leaned on his back next to the frame for support. "Are you coming with me or marvel at the children we could have had?" There was no lingering for a question as he disappeared past the doorway. The man enjoyed being in his birthday suit, but it proved less fun when a lovely woman did not enjoy it with him. His sister truly did know how to find unique ones, that was for sure. His body ached from head to toe and he was pushing his limit before he needed to sit down. It only reminded him of just how much strength he needed to build back up.
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Gabriella pondered on Ali's question and smiled at her dear friend as a hand was placed upon the Empress' thigh. "Why? Well... I would have thought it obvious. We have all heard tales of James before. None flattering. Some will give you nightmares, but here I sit with his child in my belly and as happy as ever. I do not know what I did or how I differ from those before, but I think that it is safe to say that James does love me and I do love him in return. I mean, do not get me wrong, it was hard getting to this point. Lydia could probably testify to that, but James is not as he once was. I trust him and I love him." Here is where she laughed. "Yes he can be a bit of an ass at times, but he would not be the man that I love if he were not. Perhaps I have an odd taste, but it is what it is."

Maybe it did not make sense to others, but it did for Gabriella. All of this waiting was making her antsy. "I need news of the progress in Hammerhold or I may never sleep. I never imagined that it would take this long." Lydia sighed and nodded in agreement. By now the De la Rosa home was as cozy as it could get with new touches here and there. Even a set up for their newborn child when he or she arrived, but the only thing missing was Julian.
 
Megan looked over to Donovan and for what seemed to be the first time, she actually showed an emotion besides her bottomless cool. "I am not a whore Sir Donovan." It was obvious in her tone that she was upset at what he believed. "I am the Master of Records, a doctor a scientist. Not the master of your cock, if you wish for that then know that Rothenburg has a very robust section of brothels and bordellos that are entirely up your alley." The young woman was certainly upset, her words came out more bitter than the coldest of winters from Dwimmer. Hell, it made those icy nights where hypothermia was the norm warm by comparison. Megan forced him to sit down.

"Relax and eat, I have something more important to do than to watch over a man who wishes to use such crude words with me. I do not know who you think I am, but if that was an attempt to woo me, than know you have failed. Excuse me." Megan left the man there with his breakfast as she went into her office and locked the door. In a moment she took a seat and settled herself. Did he actually masturbate over her? That was his shot, no? He actually released himself so easily, without restraint. It both allured and bothered Megan and now she was trapped with him. There was something else that came up...

Visions she had never experienced before teased her mind and body, the show princess almost melted against the raging, iron solid thoughts of lascivious and lewd thoughts entered her mind for what seemed to be the first time. Her nipples felt pressured against her loose fitting robe, her pants seemed hotter and tighter than before, her breaths were uncomfortably tight as another thought reached her mind. She actually touched it! Was it her fault that he did such a thing? She wore loose fitting clothing for a reason, but as a hand brushed across her perky nipple...

"Ahhh..." It was the first time she had ever been so close to herself in a sexual manner. It was all a whole new world as she suddenly shot up nervously. Did he turn her into a horny woman so easily? Her cheeks were flushed over as her eyes looked along the coast as people went about their lives. She wondered who she could talk to... she soon realized how alone she was...

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"Lydia, it might take some time. This is a very complicated situation. Hopefully, at least James will be able to get out soon enough. He is a resourceful man, even if he has a silver spoon in his mouth." Ali pointed out as M only chuckled for a moment as she continued to toy with her birds. "None the less, the most important thing is that the lot of you keep your next generation secure and trust in them. I do know that when I faced the endless hordes of the Sunscale Lizard horde, it was the belief of my people that kept me forward. It was such a great war."

Ali's imposing figure stood a bit taller when she was able to speak about something she could have done. She still felt rather weak in comparison to the two women before her.

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James quickly dodged to the side as Raphael dashed through the wall. With the drugged out beast currently locked in place, the prince of Rothenburg quickly helped Sybil and bound her wound. "You are stupid James... you should just leave me be." The pair chuckled as once she was safely cleaned up the pair soon jumped out of the high tower of Hammerhold and landed in the moat.

Carefully, in the wild melee, James heard Julian's scream as he headed towards that howl of madness. "Soon we will be safe Sybil..."

"Just make sure to keep your promise James... or else I will kick your ass..." She chuckled as they eventually reached the safety of the Rothburgian army. They were now only a mere two weeks away from their home.
 
The bite in the Angel's words brought an arch to a thick brow of the King. It was a mix of surprise and admiration. Donovan clearly failed to see the horns holding up Megan's halo. "Yes, ma'am," he spoke and complied. His eyes did not move away from her until she disappeared from sight, only then did they move to the next best thing: food. Without the snowy morsel insight, his body made it known that his appetite needed to be sated in another way. The food brought could have tasted like garbage and he probably would have eaten it. Water rushing down his throat felt more refreshing than he cared to admit.

The longer he sat alone the more he had to think and his thoughts caused him to groan. A trip to check on his sister turned into a battle with monsters and falling for a snow angel that seemed so far out of his reach. It was a vexing feeling, not being a King, but a King with a heart. It would be easy to force her, but it was not what he wanted. He wanted permission. He wanted equal arousal between the two of them. How ould she not want him?! This made him all the more curious! Maybe she was already taken? Her heart owned by another man. If that were the case he would back off, but the fact that it was not verified had him dying to see if he could get her to loosen up a bit.

Before he knew it, the food was gone and his water pitcher drained. His mind more alert and his eyes drawn to the calloused palm of his bear paw hands as they opened and closed. He had to get a moment with Gabriella. She was, after all, the reason he traveled so far and against their father's wishes, no less.
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Gabriella sat, watched, and listened as the Empress spoke. There was admiration in her eyes and that admiration had her thinking of her brother. "I think you would get along well with my brother. He can drink for days in the company of those who fight with passion." While she knew that he needed to recoup, she figured that it wouldn't hurt to visit him. "Or maybe I should check on his status with Megan first. She is the one tending to him. What do you think?"

Lydia was secretly fangirling over the new King of Dwinmer. She knew that it was not fair to Julian, but she could admire the man. The golden-haired girl was just now realizing how sexually frustrated she was. The idea of excusing herself to take care of the tension was an idea that was almost acted upon, but the company was nice.
 
"He is your brother, go see him. I have to do my drills so I will be leaving you ladies." As Ali stood up M finally decided to move. But she actually took a moment to usher Ali out of the room and with a gentle lock, the woman took a seat next to them. Something must have happened while the group of women were talking. One of those golden cardinals took a moment to sit on top of the table and hop around. It seemed to peck at some of the fruit curiously as the young Master of Assassins turned to both Gabby and Lydia.

"Good news and some unfortunate news. Sybil lost an arm, which is surprising all things considered. She can normally even best Julian in sword play. Something must have happened. But also James is alive, a little worse for wear and a bit lighter with a massive gash through his cheek. They will be back here in no less than a week or two. The army medic tents can hold off an infection for now, but he would need to come back for proper treatment. Now that you have news my Queen, you can go eat an actual meal. Seeing you wither away is a problem I don't want to deal with. An upset James? No thank you."

As the lady M took a moment she crossed her legs and stretched out for a moment once again. "Now as much as I want to wait here and be particularly bored with the royal rantings of high society that I will never understand, no doubt my queen would want me to leave post haste to ensure your prince's return. No doubt he is going to be upset... lost so much. He is going to enjoy running Hammerhold to the ground."

At the camp, Sybil had been sedated due to the sheer blinding pain she had been forced to endure as a medic began to sew the mouth shut of James and due to the wound and the high amount of adrenaline in his system, he didn't feel that much pain from the needle. James had rejected any drugs, no doubt a response to his terrible time in Hammer hold... but soon, as much as he had suffered and endure, it soon won't matter.

Because he would be home to both hurt and heal his lovely Gabriella.
 
Ali had the right idea. It was best to go see how her brother was fairing after taking so much damage. Before the pregnant Lady could stand a lovely cardinal flew inside and over to M. Gabriella listened as the news was brought to their attention and a gasp sounded at the news of Sybil losing an arm and James sporting a gash. Lydia comforted her friend with a hand upon the shoulder and reminded her of the good news.

"Did you hear that? They will be back in a week or two. All of them." One could hear the smile upon the face of the girl with the golden tresses. There was a sigh of relief from Gabriella and to hear what M said caught her by surprise and made the Lady look herself over. "Wither away?" A hand caressed down her belly. There was nod denying it when her caretakers had also pointed the fact out and insisted time and time again that she eat more. Then again, they also tried to get her to take a nasty herbal concoction that she would rather puke up than ingest.

Aside from the insistency to eat, the idea of James coming home did bring her butterflies and anxiety. What if James was different. The man went off and fought a battle. Who knew what mental scars, along with the physical ones, that her King husband would return with. Overthinking ensued and the woman's feet guided her to the kitchen before she even realized she had gotten there. A servant in the kitchen snapped her to and asked what the Lady would desire. It took a second for Gabriella to come up with an answer.

"Other than my King? Perhaps a roasted pheasant with carrots and an apple pie?" The surprise was written on a few faces. It was a hearty meal that their Queen did not often request. Hands were quick to answer the call with eagerness for the glowing woman. While waiting at the dining hall she pondered M's last words. James would indeed enjoy pummeling Hammerhold to the ground. Gabby could only imagine what he had found and endured. An audible sigh sounded from soft lips as she sat alone at the massive table.

"I should have probably gone to see Donovan before eating," the girl openly pondered with a slight groan.
 
As Gabriella enjoyed her meal, M was headed off as she intended, to guard the carriage with the future king inside of it. With the man still alive, there was no doubt that Ranulf was not going to be a happy man. If one wondered where he was, Gabriella heard the distinct, hollow echo of his dull steps. Ranulf had chose this time to appear before the young princess. He saw the hefty meal she decided to have as he chuckled rather sweetly.

"To think that you are finally eating! I thought and hoped you would have left that spawn to die within you. In the end, that would do the world a better favor. There is no doubt that the foulness that has chosen to live in you is more akin to a foul disease than a person." The toxic, virulent venom this man continued to spit out was nothing short of surprising. How could one man hate their own child so much? Maybe that was why he personally preferred Julian, even if he wasn't a royal. At least Julian had class.

"Or are you merely holding off until your devil of a husband returns to cook up some poison to finish the job? I mean, it would not surprise me. But don't allow me to ruin your meal." A calm set of steps soon walked into the light as Megan, after she had regained her composure, had turned her stoically cold vision towards Ranulf. "And another one of his defenders, the current Master of Records. I take it you are here to defend the bastard."

Megan only smiled as she offered him a giggle. "You do realize that a certain grandfather should be taking a nap at this point, no? The last thing you need is a lazy mind, right?" Ranulf only chuckled as he decided to leave the pair alone.

"It is nice to see you actually eating Gabriella, you are woefully underweight." Megan took a moment to eyeball Gabriella.
 
To say that Gabriella was surprised was an understatement. Ranulf's mouth remained an uncharacteristic grim line when he was not spewing insults. Those icy eyes looked back at the plate before her in a silent insult to the King of Rothenburg. She only looked up once again when the familiar voice of Megan sounded. The Master of Records surprised her Princess far more than that bastard of a King had. Seeing Ranulf walk away only added to the surprise.

That shock was cut with a sigh and a lax smile directed at Megan. "So I've heard. How is my brother? I was planning on visiting him after I eat. I hope he has not been too much trouble. He's been bullheaded since we were young and I can see him trying to push himself and not listening." What she could not see was her brother making severe advances with that signature stubbornness towards the angelically pure Megan.

As she waited, she ate more of her meal. Perhaps it was the thought of her James returning home that brought her appetite back a bit, but she truly had not noticed how thin she had gotten. Looking between her and Lydia, there was a clear difference, but she chalked it up to every experience being different.
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Donovan sat in wait and finally had a moment to think about how he ended up this way. He was getting antsy and could not stay still. The mighty King stood and felt the pain shoot through his body. Rather than sit down he growled through gritted teeth and his hand concentrating all strength that he still had to hold him up with the support of a solid and heavy table. The man stood anchored in place until his nerve ending calmed down. This was the bullheadedness that his sister and their father knew all too well.

"I come all this way, I will get a damn moment with my sister. Clearly her so-called husband is nowhere in sight and I will not be comfortable until I find out how she is doing." Donovan was in big brother mode. Their father was not the only one who thought that Donovan had a higher than average interest in his sister. From when they were younger, he pledged to be her knight in shining armor. It appears as though that was a life long commitment to him.
 
Megan looked off to the side when it came to her brother, what was she supposed to say? Could she even say anything about him and not offend her? Their relationship was a well documented affair so a lie might be the better course of action, but if she lied then would she be any good as the Master of Records? Her job was meant for her to be a voice and brightness in the darkness of all the lies and foul words of people. It was up to her to ensure that both the King and Queen of Rothenburg had a proper base of knowledge behind them.

"He is certainly something..." Megan lied through her teeth, even though James might not have minded there was little she could say in regards to the King of Dwimmer. Though Gabby might have been easily able to tell that the young woman was bothered about something and it was most likely in regards to her brother. "He has a long road to recovery but I will try my best with him, even if he can be a little too perverted for his own good." Megan caught herself a little too late...

She had openly stated what she felt towards the queen reagent as her cheeks were flushed away within what clearly was another rare moment for her; embarrassment. Those cool blue eyes turned away from Gabby as she faintly tried to change the situation in question. But she was never quite the socialite; she had preferred to remain hidden away from the world. This whole situation has brought up more exposure than she wished for. Megan, despite her poise, crumbled under the pressure.

"I mean he... did something so foul before." Megan closed her mouth as she now knew she was now about to be executed for daring to insult the King of Dwimmer who also happened to be the brother to her queen. She had literally no one to talk about this yet, despite her wishes, she continued to open her mouth like a useless child who gossiped away the day. Megan's body language clearly showed just how torn she was. That only meant one thing...

Donovan must have tried something with Megan! Though they have known each other very briefly, Megan had exuded an air of quiet confidence from her every pore. But the poor girl was more innocent than a six year old little girl who found the stories of magical birds who brought forth babies to be the truth. "I... think I might have spoken out of turn..."
 
Something. That was a new way to describe her brother. It was certainly new and it made Gabby curious as to what the wise young woman was speaking of. "Perverted?" As Megan continued to talk more interesting things emerged. "Foul?" The food was no longer of interest to the woman. While there was a look of concern at first, a smile tugged at the corner of those plump lips. The woman with royal blood flowing through her veins did rest her chin upon her hands which were laced together and elbows upon the surface of the table. "You did not speak out of turn, Megan. You do sound a tad... flustered."

Instantly she thought that her brother and Megan would have made for a very cute couple. Donovan was like many men, he loved the fairer sex and was no stranger to it, but he was a gentleman all the same. Her brother may not appear it, but when it came to women that he cared for, there was a love an adoration that some may not believe. For a man who is used to getting what he wants, coming against a pure, angelic, and book smart beauty like Megan must have rattled him.

"Worry not, Megan, I will have a word with the King of Dwinmer on how to treat a lady within the walls of my home. Perhaps he has taken a liking to you, Megan? You are a beautiful woman, the very image of a Dwinmer angel. I can not blame him, but I will have a talk with him after I eat." She went back to nibbling bits here and there in between her sentences. "If you ever want to talk, Megan, I am always happy to lend an ear." No doubt the girl wanted to get back to work and may still have regrets about uttering what she did. Her appetite reared its ugly head once more and so she continued to sate it.
 
As Megan heard the words flow from Gabby's mouth, she suddenly felt a little better as the Queen Reagent took her words with the gravitas the Master of Records believed that was required. Yet, flustered? Megan thought for a moment as she thought back to everything that had transpired between her and Donovan and that might have been the best word to use in this situation. Flustered, it only more solidified the thought of this flabbergasted state of affairs. Though, when Gabby stopped her eating, those icy blue eyes turned stern as she obviously wanted Gabby to eat.

"A dwimmer angel? I hardly believe I am so beautiful as to be given such a status." Megan's eyes turned away as the softness of the blue in the orbs of blue seemed to have been pulled away by something. "I guess this is something I am honestly lacking in knowledge. Which is honestly quite frustrating for me. Under Leopold, the man raised me and he had never offered me any sort of knowledge on... for lack of a better terms, becoming an adult. He worked so hard to ensure that I was intelligent and well-spoken that I never really explored, anything. While I have never kissed a person before, your brother certainly did. He continued to force his lips on mine, I might have done CPR before but this was something far more intimate."

Then, quite suddenly, a molten flush of red captured her face as those pure blue eyes and pristine white hair shined under the crimson cheeks. This must have been something scandalous to shatter her stalwart image. Megan pressed herself more closely to Gabby as she motioned for the woman to come just a little bit closer. "There is something else, I trust you will not be mad. But the most vulgar thing he did was..." If the girl's head could get any more red, she would have been a fire or a flag. Her brain had actually stumbled over itself as the warmth in her loins returned as her mind wandered back to that lewd thought that captured her mind.

"I... I think he masturbated on the floor of the bath and then said something about not looking at our future children. It was all a little much as he seemed to have blamed me for his inability to control his bestial nature. Or am I truly at fault for not caring for all of his needs? Do men require such care? If so I am woefully unprepared..." Her voice trailed off weakly as the tender voice of the young woman quivered against onslaught of her growing femininity and her curiosity. "What am I supposed to do here?"
 
Gabriella gave up the stoicism frequently projected by many nobles before her, breaking into a guileless grin. The more Megan spoke, the more adorable things became. Leopold could not have chosen and helped educate a more perfect pupil. It reminded her of the treacherous walk that was her arranged marriage. Now, she would admit that falling in love was easy, but he hardest part was admitting to herself that it happened. It created a cute picture of her burly brother and the porcelain doll of a woman together with a smile that could be classified as contagious. "He kissed you?" It was nothing too new, but given that there was no alcohol involved there was no doubt that Donovan had a craving for her Master of Records.

Megan continued to reveal more of her brother's antics and his crude ways. Gabby lingered on the cusp of anger towards her brother, but the girl's expressions had her fighting back a laugh. A fight that she nearly lost. "Megan, you are not at fault for anything in this situation. You are attractive to the point that you got the King of Dwinmer aroused. A King, Megan. A male monarch capable of ordering the death of a person with a wave of his hand. He could have taken you as he saw fit, but in this case... he merely wanted you to know that you, both physically and mentally, get him riled. It was a crude manner, yes, but he may be a tad flustered as well." There was a shrug of her shoulder at the end of all of this, expressing that she was not entirely sure of it all.

"As far as what you should do... just be yourself. Learn as you go and more importantly... listen to your body," there was an impish look about her after the last sentence. From there the Queen Regent went back to eating her food since she knew that she would get quite the death glare from a potential sister in law. Now Gabriella was all a flutter. Never ever has she been interested in her brother's affairs, but this one was worth meddling with.
 
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